I lay on the bed, completely awake, even when I should be asleep, because Edward was skillfully tracing the line of my hip through my skin. Ever since I had told him that I wanted to wait to make love in the meadow, after our marriage, he had been pressing the line between what I would and would not do.
When I felt Edward slip down to my thigh and place his hand in carefully sexy position, I gave in and groaned to my blankets, "Edward...". Even though his touch felt inexplicably magnificent, I was still trying to hold onto my control. I think I managed somewhat, injecting a slight disapproving and chastising tone to his name.
"Yes, my beautiful Bella?" Edward responded, trying to sound innocent, and succeeding. I could tell, though, that there was a grin hiding in the undertone of his voice. If I had been facing him, I bet there would be a lopsided smirk barely peeking out from his "innocence". I also could tell that he knew exactly what I was going to say, and that his teasing was making me mental.
Every time I felt his caress anywhere on my body now, I knew he was trying to break me, trying to get me to have sex with him. Well, I wasn't, and I was going to stay in control. It was torture, but I was in ecstasy. Oh, to bad for you, Edward.
I started again, "Edward...stop teasing. Please don't." I knew that sounded like I wanted him to not stop, but I thought he would get it. To help my point, I removed his hand from my thigh, feeling his fingers as I did so curling, trying to reach out to my...place. Just as it registered in my brain, Edward corrected his hand, no longer curving to touch me. "I can't take this taunting anymore", I continued.
I squirmed my way around to face the love of my life, whose ideal face still held a look of innocence. He had also corrected is smirk, along with his fingers, I saw. The faux expression was in contrast to his simmering liquid amber eyes, which bored into me like gorgeous drills. They were waiting for me to continue in my wimpy tirade.
After looking at me with not a trace of shallowness, Edward brought his cold, stunning hands up and cupped my face with them. "You wish for me to not fondle you?" His silky voice sounded pained, possibly remorseful.
I raised my hands to his face, like his were. "No, Edward, its just... It's not... I do.. I want you to touch me. More than the world." At those sentences, I perceived a darkening in Edward's eyes, and a minute smile played just behind his faultless features. Once again I was consumed by how much Edward deserved more than a simple human like me. But I forgot about that when his look which was already twilight, turned to dusk. Uh oh. I knew that look...